This is a song about "Money faze up hood clout pussie weed"

Turn 'em off! time to set it off, get you wet and soft

Under the hood when she looked up saw and thought

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

And i dare that bitch lil' wayne to come up to my hood

Picked up smoking weed ever since bad trips,

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Rollin you up like good weed, shit i'm just gloatin' too

Its been a long time comin, i should hang with you